Felines on my Mind

Debbie got a new kitten yesterday, and I couldn't help feeling a bit jealous. I have wanted a kitten for over 3 years now. We couldn't have one at our old house. I have a name picked out and everything.

I am a complete cat person. Always have been. Dogs hold little allure for me. I had some truly amazing cats growing up, and I miss the companionship only a pet can offer. We did have some fish a while back, but they all died shortly after we brought them home. I wonder what that means...

However, Robbie is not an animal person (who would've guessed?). But he finally conceded to the cat idea a little while ago. Now the question is, do I really want one?

While I miss having a cat, there are some things I don't miss. The hair, the litter box, the meowing at odd hours to name a few. And not to mention the vet bills.

Plus, I'm sure just because Robbie doesn't want a cat, if we were to get one Robbie would be its favorite person. It always seems to work out that way. The cat would probably want to be in Robbie's room all the time and drive him crazy. Probably to the point of violence (just kidding Robbie!).

And, there is always the chance the kitten could turn out to be a complete terror. Then what? I'm just stuck with it. All my cats growing up were social and cuddly and fun to be around (with the exception of one, but he wasn't that bad). I don't want a cat that is going to hide under the bed all the time, or be a spawn of Satan. Like Debbie's last cat. Let's hope this one turns out better Deb!

So anyway, I'm faced with this conundrum. To cat or not to cat? That is the question...